This bus is very much like the one we loaded on our way to a remote Honduran village, the summer of 1994. No wonder the ride was scary.
The open air bus slung us left and right, and we pushed hard down on the flats of our feet to steady ourselves. Gravel roads, rutted and bumpy, bounced us up and down. As I gripped the nearest railing, we seemingly leaned out over the mountain’s edge, the bus careening around sharp corners. [Read more…] about Rocky Roads